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Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I'll Be As Dirty As I Please, And I Like To Be Dirty, And I Will Be Dirty!

He Might As Well Plant An Oak In A Flowerpot, And Expect It To Thrive, As Imagine He Can Restore Her To Vigour In The Soil Of His Shallow Cares!

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.